Mustang
Thanks to the knee doctor for editing assistance. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and my wife was out in the driveway washing her car again. I got her the 1965 red Mustang convertible for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. It was a special present, and I was hoping it would be well worth the twenty thousand dollars it cost me. I was wrong. Julie had been having an affair with one of the guys who worked in my office complex. She thought that she was being discrete, but it just wasn't...